Tag: Marcus

Written by Irritated Penguin

Slavery, 104

“Almost every critical structure in Three Hills is embarrassingly easy to break into,” Ozzy told Daniel, as they walked back to the inn after very easily breaking into several critical structures in Three Hills. “They should have the best security in the country but honestly.”

“Yeah,” Daniel agreed. “Too many windows and doors. And they think walls mean nobody can get in.”

“The only buildings in this city that I’ve ever had to think twice about breaking into are the banks,” Ozzy sighed. “Which tells you everything you need to know about society.”

“Security costs money?” Daniel guessed.

“I was thinking something a little deeper than that,” Ozzy muttered, bumping Daniel’s shoulder. “Anyway, tomorrow night, okay?”

Written by Irritated Penguin

Slavery, 103

“I’m going to go out for a bit.”

“I’ll come with you.”

Daniel looked at Marcus, who was laying on the bed. They were sharing the second room in the inn tonight because Ozzy had spent all of supper riling Theodore up and was currently in Theodore and Daniel’s room begging for forgiveness. “Okay,” Daniel said, as if he hadn’t been leaving to get away from Marcus.

He grabbed a coat and some extra knives, tucking them away carefully while Marcus got dressed, then pulled on his boots once Marcus was finally ready. They went out together.

This was the first time they’d been alone together since they’d been in the capital. Since everyone had left. Since Marcus had been freed. It wasn’t going well.

Written by Irritated Penguin

Slavery, 101

Daniel sat in the middle of the slaves’ room—his room, now, it was only his room—and wondered why it was so fucking big.

It had nothing in it anymore; Hugh, Simon and Marcus’s stuff was all gone, so it was just Daniel’s stupid clothes scattered around. They’d been piled in one corner, but he’d unpiled them to make the room look fuller. The games and books, pillows and blankets too, he’d strewn them around the room like they always were, even though he had nobody to play games with and he didn’t need that many pillows and blankets. He could sleep just fine on the floor.

He was being fucking stupid and he knew it. He hardly slept in this stupid room anyway, he shared Theodore’s bed most nights. Marcus hadn’t even fucking moved out. Benedict had given him a bedroom just upstairs, because people got bedrooms and Marcus was a person now.

Written by Irritated Penguin

Slavery, 100

“You have to actually come visit us,” Simon said to Hugh, sitting cross-legged in the middle of the floor. “Not just pretend you are.”

“I’ll actually come visit,” said Hugh, leaning on a bag. He’d packed up his clothes, the clothes Daniel had paid for, into a bag to take with him. He didn’t even need them. Apparently Cassius was going to make him stay naked for the rest of his life. Hugh even seemed excited about that. But he was bringing the clothes anyway. “You can come visit me too.”

“Yeah,” said Marcus. “We will.”

They wouldn’t. Daniel didn’t need to wait for it to happen to know that. Maybe Hugh would come visit them a few times. But Marcus and Simon weren’t going to want to go get fucked by a dragon just to see Hugh. They’d be sad about it at first, then they’d get over it.

Daniel had already gotten over it. If that was what Hugh wanted, then let him have it. Daniel was happy for him.

Written by Irritated Penguin

Slavery, 98

Daniel hummed to himself as he went back to the room, a silly song he’d made up about horses while looking at one of the huge paintings in the Master’s room. He was in a good mood because he’d been allowed to have cake after supper since he’d been such a good boy all day.

It was so easy to make the Master think he was a good boy! All Daniel had to do was do everything he said, eat what he was told and sit where he was told and go to bed when he was told and not talk back, and suck the Master’s dick when he wanted and let the Master put his dick in Daniel’s bum. It was so much easier than where he’d used to live. The Master never yelled at him or hit him and he always told Daniel he was smart and pretty and gave him desserts.

Daniel hoped he could live here forever. The Master was the nicest person he’d ever met. Way nicer than all the stupid people at the docks who’d used to laugh at Daniel and make him do chores for them but then not pay him for them. He was glad he wasn’t stuck there anymore. It was nice and warm here and the Master had promised they could have cookies with breakfast tomorrow if Daniel was good and obedient for the other boys tonight while they were babysitting him.

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Slavery, 93

The play was called The Young Lord’s Awakening, and it really wasn’t Daniel’s thing, but that was okay. Everyone else seemed to be enjoying it. It was about a bratty noble boy who got kidnapped by bandits and turned into their sex slave, and he just spent the whole play getting more and more invested in being a sex slave until the big comedic moment when his father finally paid his ransom and he refused to go back home because he wouldn’t be allowed to suck cock there.

Over the course of the play various audience members had been allowed to come up and fuck the actor playing the Lord, and Daniel had to say the actor was doing a really good job at still acting his part after getting fucked so many times. Now they were at the part where the bandits had forced the Lord to go home and the poor Lord was trying desperately to find someone to fuck him.

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Slavery, 92

“You can’t get pregnant on the first try, right?”

Simon asked that out of nowhere, but somehow Daniel couldn’t feel surprised. Still, it made him and Hugh both look up. Simon was on his belly, fiddling with some cards. Daniel and Hugh looked at each other. “Well, you can’t get pregnant no matter how many times you try,” said Hugh.

“Actually I heard there’s magic that can make that happen,” Daniel said, while Simon scowled. “And I guess if the wizard is doing it right, it probably does work on the first try.”

“Guys,” Simon whinged. “It took me like an hour to decide to bring this up, don’t be assholes.”

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Slavery, 91

“The thing is,” said Ozzy, fiddling with the hem of his shirt, “It’s not that I like him or anything. He’s gross and old and stupid and I hate him a lot, actually.”

“Uh-huh,” Daniel agreed, not looking up from his book.

“It’s just that it’s a good cover is all,” Ozzy continued to explain. “And despite not being covered right now, I could use one of those and stuff.”

“Sure.”

“And since you’re indisposed anyway, someone may as well do it and this stops him from buying another slave boy at the market, so really it’s win-win-win.”

“Ozzy,” Daniel said, trying to pay attention to the story. “I don’t have a problem with you fucking Theodore. I’m literally the one who told you to do it.”